When the Winken Blinken days were gone,
defiance became my middle name.
Dad and I met only over floor tile and paint –
chores well done.
We’d visit the lumber yard, select
pine to fashion Adirondack chairs
to grace the deck, unaffected
by wind and rain.
Rising early, the bay quiet, we’d share coffee
from a pot that sat – stacked silver orbs –
on the counter – and discuss our day’s
plans, make notes.
I’m an ecstatic sander – a lover of latex.
All my life – one gallon at a time
I paint my way back
to my father’s heart.
A WELL TRAVELED HEART 
Lovely; very nice Cindy❤️
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So many memories. This is lovely. Do you remember painting the copper bottom paint on our boats? I think you and Chris have had the same relationship with your dads. Love you!
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Great poem Cindy… love your works!
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That was so sweet. It seems like a close father daughter relationship.
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On Tue, Sep 17, 2019 at 7:07 AM A WELL-TRAVELED HEART wrote:
> Cynthia M. Sheward posted: “When the Winken Blinken days were gone, > defiance became my middle name. Dad and I met only over floor tile and > paint – chores well done. We’d visit the lumber yard, select pine to > fashion Adirondack chairs to grace the deck, unaffected by wind and rain. ” >
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You are amazing!
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I loved using copper bottom paint! Love you back!
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